


Le paradis est un endroit sur Terre avec toi

by timotheemonamour



Category: Armie Hammer - Fandom, Timothée Chalamet - Fandom, call me by your name - Fandom
Genre: A Lot Angst, Angst, Armie needs a hug, Cute Timmy, I don't know how the hell to tag this, M/M, Witch!Armie
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-04-25
Updated: 2019-04-25
Packaged: 2020-01-31 16:30:24
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,062
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18595120
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/timotheemonamour/pseuds/timotheemonamour
Summary: Timmy closed his eyes again, exhaling slowly, feeling his heart beat steadily and calmly in the bone cage of his chest. As he felt his body relaxing, he decided to let himself believe in the illusion he had created in his mind.He had died, and this was paradise. Soon, he was going to see his mother or maybe she would come to him after she finished her walk wherever she had wandered off to. Or perhaps he would find her if he walked outside of the house.Little did he know that he was actually very alive and his mother wasn’t coming.Instead, a young looking man was standing at the door, staring at the boy lying in his bed with his cat curled on his side, a fond smile playing on his lips.





	Le paradis est un endroit sur Terre avec toi

**Author's Note:**

> Hello darlings! How are you all? I hope you're all okay.  
> This is a little something I've been working on for a while, it has been on my drafts for a long time and I decided to work on it a little more last night when I had some time to spear so here it is!  
> It's a little different than what I usually write but it was so much fun to create althought it is angsty as hell, as per usual. Please note that it's not betad so all mistakes are mine.  
> The updates will be slow considering my main focus is on WAT (What A Time, if you haven't checked that out already go check it out.)  
> Please, please let me know what you think in the comments down below or hit me up on Tumblr which is @timotheemonamour, I'd love to know what you guys think of it.  
> Thank you so much for taking some time to read it, it means the world to me!  
> Arlight you guys, I'll see you all on Saturday for the usual update of WAT!  
> Bisous x

Timmy woke up feeling warm, warmer than he had felt in a long while or since in forever if he was completely honest. The sun was shining bright, coming through the big window where the bed was pressed against.

Where am I? Timmy asked himself as he sat up on the extremely plush bed, the softness and the warmth of it felt foreign to him, him being used to sleeping on the cold ground of his father’s small flat. Even when he was allowed to rest on his father's bed after he had used his littlr body however he pleased, he didn’t remember it being as soft as this one.

How did I get here? He looked around at the house slowly taking in his surroundings.

The house was made of wood from what he could tell, or at least the walls were lined in with wood. On one of the walls hung big shelves with plants and books neatly placed on them. Some other had jars resting on top of them, which looked like they contained dried herbs or maybe dried fruits, he couldn’t quite tell and something round made of  glass was placed on a black base, was that a crystal ball? His chuckled softly at that, before wincing. The sound brought him a severe headache. He continued scrutinising the walls, looking for any clues about where he was and who owned the place.

On another wall were hanging posters of a female singer he didn’t recognise. Timmy looked around as his ears caught sound a sweet voice of a woman quietly singing a bittersweet song. Finally, his eyes fell upon a light pink record player on the ground, feeling disappointed that the voice didn’t belong to the person who owned the house, he guessed it was the woman from on the posters.

She has a lovely voice, and the lyrics are sweet, he decided.

He slowly laid back down on the soft bed and closed his eyes as he tried to recall last night’s events.

His last memories contained pain, immense pain. He remembered fighting to stay alive. Small body aching all over from the beating he had received. He could still hear his father's voice screaming at him how he worthless he is, bringing once more the awful stinging sensation of tears threatening to fall in his tired eyes.

What caused him to cry out and let his tears fall down his pale cheeks was the blurry image of his father pushing him off the marble stairs which lead up to their shared dirty flat. His little sister’s screams and cries of his name as his exhausted body hit the hard ground, fighting for breathing while he bled out. His already weak pulse getting weaker and then wholly fading as darkness surrounded him.

A sob escaped from his parted lips.

He swore he had died. He must have.

There was no explanation on how he had gotten here in the first place. Perhaps this was heaven.

He felt something –someone- slowly inching closer to him. It was something silky soft and it gently caressed the skin of his cheek.

Whatever it was, it slightly comforted him. He sighed softly, thin, chapped lips parted as he tried to control his breathing, by inhaling through his mouth in an attempt to calm down. He sniffled softly and slowly blinked his eyes open coming face to face with a small furry black kitten, big golden eyes looking like suns, stared at him in curiosity.

“Hello, kitty,” Timmy whispered, his voice raw from crying, throat feeling dry as if he had been walking in the desert for days and good God, he was parched. The cat meowed softly back at him, making him smile after what felt like years. He reached out slowly, careful not to startle the cat and ran his thumb on her head, stroking between her pointy ears.

The cat purred and nuzzled closer to him, his smile widening, hazel eyes twinkling with happiness after the many tears he shed in the past hours, a short wet laugh escaping his lips.

“Aren’t you a sweet thing?” he whispered allowing the cat cuddle close to his side and wiped some of the tears which had fallen. Both of them seemed to seek warmth and comfort which they quickly found into each other.

Timmy closed his eyes again, exhaling slowly, feeling his heart beat steadily and calmly in the bone cage of his chest. As he felt his body relaxing, he decided to let himself believe in the illusion he had created in his mind.

He had died, and this was paradise. Soon, he was going to see his mother or maybe she would come to him after she finished her walk wherever she had wandered off to. Or perhaps he would find her if he walked outside of the house.

Little did he know that he was actually very alive and his mother wasn’t coming.

Instead, a young looking man was standing at the door, staring at the boy lying in his bed with his cat curled on his side, a fond smile playing on his lips.

Armie felt little teeth tugging at his cream pant leg. He quickly tore his gaze away from the cuddling duo on his bed and looked down at the grey wolf pup who was already looking up at him expectantly, wanting to be picked up almost like a baby. Armie immediately complied, lifting Onyx in his arms, holding him close to his bare chest.

“Look how precious they are, our sweet creatures,” Armie whispered quietly to Onyx making sure Timmy wouldn’t hear him. He didn’t want to disturb the small boy, who looked so peaceful after so many days agony filled days.

The sun coming through the window was casting right on Timmy, making him look like an angel in Armie’s eyes. His pale skin was gleaming under the sunlight. His dark, almost raven curls seemed to be a few shades lighter and almost looked like a halo resting on top of the boys head.

Armie found him ethereal, completely otherwordly.

Armie noticed something which made his heart break. The boy’s soft cheeks were teared streaked, and although under the sun it looked like someone had laid sparking diamonds on Timmy’s under eyes and cheeks, he didn’t like it one a bit.

His heart was aching in his chest for his boy. He had been through so much pain. Not only the past few days due to his wounds, but most of his life.

Armie had seen Timmy’s past while he was healing heal him. It had brought tears to his eyes and had broke his heart into million pieces which he didn’t know how to put back together after, although he somehow managed to do it, desperately needing to fix the boy so he could give Timmy the happily ever after he deserved.

They both deserved a happily ever after. Both boys had been in so much much pain. Both physical and mental. Each one had his own wounds. Some of them had healed with time, while some others were still open, bleeding and causing them pain, sometimes night terrors and awful memories.

And maybe fate was planning to give them a happy ending.

Timmy fluttered his eyes open feeling another presence close to him. He raised his gaze up, eyes catching for the first time Armie’ built body leaning on the door frame cradling Onyx in his muscled and very naked arms.

 His golden hair was wet, droplets ran down his shoulders towards his bare chest, leaving a damp trail behind them. An amethyst oval moonstone pendant was resting between his hard pecs.

His skin was sunkissed from spending so many hours gardening and swimming at the river nearby.

Rings with different coloured stones were adorning his long fingers which held the small animal adoringly. Timmy swore he could also see some sparkly black nail polish on his nails, but he wasn’t too sure.

His long legs were covered with a pair of flowy cream pants which looked incredibly soft, and he was barefoot. And yes, Timmy was now one hundred per cent sure that the man was wearing nail polish due to his toenails being painted with the same sparkly black nail polish just like his fingers.

Armie placed Onyx down, who happily ran towards the bed and crawled on it happily waving his tail and nosing at Timmy who was still awestruck from the adonis-like man standing in the entrance.

Armie smiled at Timmy, a wide but kind smile, baby blue eyes shining with happiness. His boy was finally awake.

 “You’re finally back to me,” Armie whispered in awe, staring at the boy who was slowly sitting up on his bed. He wasn’t sure if Timmy would wake up. Sure, Armie had brought him back to life, but it hadn’t been easy. His little body was severely injured, two ribs crushed, multiple bones broken, a handful of bruises, and a high fever which was weakening his state.

His heart was blooming with pride in his chest. He had brought him back to life. He had healed the boy with his love and tenderness.

“Finally?” Timmy looked at Armie confused. For how long was he out? He though only a day has passed since the tragic event, but it seemed he had gotten it all wrong.

“Who are you? How did I get here?” Timmy asked again not tearing his gaze from the tall boy.

Armie carefully moved closer to him and kneeled down next to the bed, knees resting on a plush pillow.

“I’m Armand, you can call me Armie for short, Armand is too formal,” Armie said with a gentle smile.     

Timmy could see him better now. His eyes were a gorgeous ocean blue, long dark lashes curling at the edges were framing his pretty eyes. Neat eyebrows were shaping his face, along with a strong nose and exquisite bone structure. The bridge of his nose and his cheeks were flushed red from the sun and freckles were littering his skin, adding to his look.

He was a marvel.

 “You were out for a month. I was worried I was going to lose you.” Armie continued, his tone was softer than before, wanting to break the news to the boy in the most gentle way he could. He didn’t want Timmy to have a panic attack. He looked at Timmy with kind blue eyes, something he had found himself doing a lot the past month, even though Timmy couldn’t see him.

“A month?” Timmy whimpered. His heart was starting to pick up the pace in his chest, beating faster as seconds passed. He felt confused and in loss of words. The fact that he couldn’t entirely remember what had happened to him scared him even more, causing his throat to constrict around nothing and his breathing to start coming out in short pants. He couldn’t breathe once more.

Armie noticed that and immediately got off his knees, this time sitting on the bed next to Timmy and carefully cupped his face in his large hands. Timmy’s hazel green eyes were blown wide in panic and fear, thin lips trembling, sobs threatening to escape from them.

 He had to calm him down.

“Gentle, sweet creature. You are okay now.” Armie looked at Timmy deep in the eyes, caressing his cheek with his thumb. Timmy instantly relaxed, going pliant in Armie’s touch. His heart rate slowed down and his breathing got under control once more.

How did he calm me down so quickly, Timmy wondered.

“Can I have some water?” He whispered, his voice still shaky with panic. His thirst surfacing again, lips and throat feeling drier before.

“Of course.” Armie quickly got up and moved to the small kitchen pouring some water from a crystal bottle in a glass before returning to Timmy who was surrounded by his animals nosing and nuzzling close to him trying to make him feel better. Armie smiled at that, feeling grateful for Onyx and Salem being so kind to Timmy. He was a part of their little family now and seeing how gentle they were with him brought joy to his heart.

“Here you go, sweet.” Armie placed the glass in Timmy’s awaiting hands, long, fingers closed around the glass holding it delicately as he brought it to his lips taking long sips of water trying to quench his thirst. While Timmy drunk his water, Armie went back to the kitchen to get the crystal bottle and carried in their room, in case Timmy needed more water. He placed it on a wooden coffee table next to a vase with fresh multicoloured freesias he had cut this morning from his garden.

Timmy licked his dry lips already feeling much better. The water had soothed his dry throat and woke him up a little bit more. He held the glass in his hand balancing it on his lap as Salem crawled on him trying to get to the water.

The taller of the two sat back down on the bed next to the small boy and the two innocent creatures he called family. Onyx nuzzled close to Armie’s warm from the sun body, placing his head on his knee, nudging it with his snout silently begging to be petted. Armie chuckled softly caressing Onyx’s back before looking at Timmy.

“You were dead when I found you. Your body was washed out down at the beach.” Armie tried to explain as simple as he could. Timmy’s eyes started filling up with tears, the salty burn making his vision blurry.

“Dead?” He stuttered voice small, barely above a whisper but Armie heard him. His father had successfully killed him this time. Just like he had done with his mother. A shiver ran down his spine only by thinking about it. He couldn’t understand why he had killed her. He used to call her a witch and tell her that she should burn in hell but witches didn’t exist, did they?

 Timmy also couldn’t understand why he had killed him. He always did what his father asked him, even if he didn’t want to. He knew he had to, because it was the only way to keep his kid sister away from the man’s hands.  After all, he and Pauline were his only family, and he had just turned 17. He had nowhere to go, he would starve himself to death, die from the cold if he went out on the streets.

Timmy believed that deep inside his father loved him and cared about him, even the tiniest bit. But it seems like he was wrong, considering he killed him then threw his little body to the sea.

“Am I dead now?” He asked Armie, voice breaking as a shaky sob escaped his thin lips. He didn’t want to die, he was young he had his whole life ahead of him, he could become something.

Armie shook his head no. He reached out thumbing away one of the tears that had slipped down Timmy’s soft cheek.

“No, sweet creature. I brought you back to life, healed your wounds, made your scars and bruises disappear.” Armie said with a shy smile, cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink.

Timmy stared at him with shock written evidently over his delicate features. Armie had healed him? How? What was he?

“I did, I’m a witch, a supreme actually,” Armie said with a shy giggle, big blue eyes shining.

“Did I say that out loud?” Timmy questioned making Armie nod, another sweet chuckle escaping his lips. Ocean eyes, big welcoming smile with fang like teeth and blonde hair. He looked like the witch his mother used to tell him about when he was little.

“You’re Armie Hammer,” Timmy said, hazel green eyes slightly widening in realisation. The man with oceans trapped in his eyes smiled nodding in confirmation.

“I am.” He verbally confirmed it. Timmy looked at him, taking in his handsome features one more time as if he still wasn’t sure that Armie was an actual human being but an angel.

“My mother used to tell me and my sister Pauline about you when we were kids. How your family had hunted you down and ended up burning you alive because of your powers. She always spoke highly of you with so much love and adoration as if you were her own son.” Timmy said.

“Nicole was a kind woman.” Armie nodded softly tucking a piece of Timmy’s long hair behind his ear. Timmy perked up at that.

“You knew my mother?” Croaked Timmy.

“She helped me discover my powers. I was very young when I met her, around ten, eleven maybe. I was hearing people’s thoughts in my head. At first, I believed that I was losing my mind. Somehow my magic had called her. She found me hiding in the church back where I originate from, praying to God to save me. She took me under her wing, explained to me that I wasn’t crazy, I was just different, unique, her words not mine. She taught me how to control it, and I slowly became more comfortable with it. Later on, I found out that I could move things with my mind, if I thought of something it happened, I could see someone’s past if I touched them.  For a long while I was able to perform my magic without anyone noticing because those were little things and I was able to hide my abilities since I could only notice those things. But then, I found out that I could resurrect beings, I was so happy. I tried to help whoever I knew that needed help. People, animals, anyone. All I wanted to do was help. But that got me a severe punishment.” Armie’s tone was sad, big doe-like eyes glistening with tears, broad shoulders slumping forward. He swallowed visibly and took a deep breath getting himself together. He looked up at Timmy straightening his posture once more and giving Timmy a warm but pained smile.

Timmy felt terrible for the taller boy. He could understand how Armie must be feeling inside.

All he wanted to do was help people, and they paid him back in the worst way possible.

Just like Timmy who wanted to be a good son and his father paid him back in the worse way possible.

They were both in the same position.

Betrayed by their own families.

“I saw your mother in my dreams a few days before I found you. She told me you were going to need someone to save you, bring you back to life, care for you.” Love you, Armie added but didn’t say it out loud.

Timmy smiled looking down at his glass tracing with his fingers the rim of it.

“She still cares about me, doesn’t she?” He asked softly. He missed his mother. He missed her dearly. He lost her when he was fourteen which was four years ago, but still. He missed how his life used to be before his father killed her.

Every Sunday she woke him up with a sweet kiss on the cheek and a warm plate of waffles and sweet tasting blueberries. She took him and his sister for long walks in the forest where they had picknicks. They had a big basket which was always filled with delicious apricot juice to quench their thirst and bread with raspberry jam. He and Pauline played by the river while she laid on the grass reading books and taking polaroids of them.

He smiled softly at the sweet memories of his childhood.

“She does. Of course, she does.” Armie smiled softly running his long fingers through the soft grey fur on Onyx’s belly. Onyx closed his eyes enjoying Armie’s touch, little tail waving in happiness.

Timmy sucked in a breath through his nose and shyly reached out placing his small hand on top of Armie’s on Onyx’s belly. Armie looked up at him in surprise.

“Thank you, for saving me.” He mumbled softly as his cheeks flushed pink at the innocent touch.

Armie smiled wide, dimples full on display, blue eyes shining with happiness.

“Thank you, for coming into my little Eden.” He said intertwining their fingers and brought them up to kiss lips placing a sweet kiss on Timothée’s knuckles. Timmy’s cheeks flushed redder than they already were. He averted his gaze elsewhere but didn’t let go of Armie’s hand. He liked how soft Armie’s big hand was and how it made Timmy’s hand look so tiny.

“Who’s singing?” Timmy asked. He loved the woman’s voice, it was low in most songs, but she could go high singing melodic high notes which he adored.

A soft gasp escaped Armie’s lips.

“You don’t know her?” Timmy shook his head looking down at their intertwined fingers shyly.

“It’s Lana Del Rey. I love her music so much, it makes me feel inner peace in a way. Her melancholy, her sadness and then her lust for life are a perfect description of me. I love the way some of her songs say stories while some other express feelings. This one is my favourite. It’s called Video Games.” Armie said, looking the smaller boy in the eyes.

Timmy stayed quiet for a few seconds listening to the lyrics of the song.

 

_They say that the world was built for two_

_Only worth living if somebody is loving you_

 

Timothée swallowed looking in Armie’s breathtaking eyes.

“It makes me want to fall in love.” He whispered making Armie’s heart flutter in his chest.

“I want to fall in love too.” The blue man whispered gently tucking a few pieces of Timothée’s hair behind his ear wanting to be able to look at the boy’s face without the curly locks covering it.

Timmy smiled softly at Armie’s gentle action and nuzzled into his palm almost like a kitten.

Although about a million thoughts were running through Timmy’s head, he surprisingly felt calm and not as overwhelmed as he would have normally been and he guessed it was because of Armie. He had a calming aura, and his gentleness kept Timmy’s bad thoughts at bay, and he was more than thankful for that. The fact that he had died and come back to life still hadn’t completely sunk in, and he knew that once it did he would break down in tears, but till that happened he wanted to know more about Armie and his life.

“Do you ever leave the forest?” He asked him leaning his back on the wall behind them, their fingers detaching, making Timmy instantly miss Armie’s touch. Armie nodded.

“Yes, but not very often. I’ve got everything I need here. I’ve got food, water, clothes, company. I never really liked being around many people, ever since I was young I enjoyed being alone in the company of myself. I love reading which keeps me entertained most of the time. I quite enjoy taking long walks in the forest where I sometimes meditate, I swim at the river nearby, and I garden a lot. I go to town to buy things. Mostly books and vinyls, sometimes seeds or flowers and foods I can’t grow.” Oh, Timmy could definitely live with that.

They had quite a few similarities.

First, of, they both liked keeping to themselves. They loved their peace and quiet, and most importantly they loved books. Timmy could definitely get used to going for long walks in the forest with Armie and his beloved pets.

He bet that the forest would be beautiful every season, with the pure white snow in the winter, beautiful aromatic flowers in the spring and orangy red falling leaves in the autumn. He couldn't wait for autumn, it was his favourite season.

And the river sounded perfect for taking the heat of their skins on a hot summer day.

Timmy was ecstatic.

He let out a happy sigh thinking of all the great things they could do and looked up at the older boy’s blue eyes.

He couldn’t understand how someone who had been through so much had remained so soft on the inside. He was caring and loving to him, a complete stranger he had found dead on the beach. He didn’t believe it was because of his mother. He knew many people who knew his family, and he knew from first-hand experience they would never treat him with so much love. Some of them would probably just shut their eyes and pretend that they didn’t see anything just like they had done when they had seen Timmy getting beaten up by his father. They didn’t help him afterwards, they didn’t clean his cuts, they didn’t embrace him, and they certainly didn’t wipe his tears or press tender kisses on his forehead in the most loving way.

Slowly reality downed on him, his mind going back to his family, to his poor sister who was only six and was probably terrified. Maybe their father had already gotten to her, had tainted her small innocent body.

He had to go find her, make sure she was safe.

“What is it, sweet?” Armie questioned in confusion caressing Timmy’s soft cheek. Timmy sighed again softly and wrapped his arms around Armie’s torso nuzzling his nose in beneath his collar bone and shut his eyes once more.

Armie looked down at the smaller boy in confusion but embraced him nonetheless. His mind was starting to overwork trying to understand what was wrong with Timmy. Sure, he could easily hear Timmy’s thoughts if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to invade the boy’s privacy. He might have been thinking of something private which he didn’t want to share with him, which was understandable but it didn’t keep Armie from feeling paranoid.

What if he was thinking of leaving him? Leaving from his little paradise and going back to the real world, forget about him and carry on with his life as if nothing had ever happened.

He couldn’t have that. He didn’t want to lose the boy.

He liked the way he smelled, the way his skin felt so soft under his fingertips. He loved seeing him sleep in his bed, now that he knew Timmy was awake and well maybe Timmy would let him sleep next to him, cuddle his body up to his bigger one. He’d love to have the boy lay on his chest, his heart could lull him to sleep while Armie would fondle his soft curls.

But then again he couldn’t possibly keep the boy by force. If he wanted to go, he should let him, no matter how much it would hurt him. The boy had his whole life ahead of him.

He could become something, maybe fall in love and have a lovely family.

Armie’s heart tightened in his chest just by thinking that Timmy would leave him and he decided to ask the boy straightforward, not wanting to live with the fear of waking up one day and not finding Timmy there.

“Are you going to leave me?” He whispered, his voice was smaller than Timmy had ever heard it and even though he didn’t know Armie for a long time he knew that Armie wasn’t easily scared and boy, did he sound scared.

“I-I must go.” Timmy regretfully said. Armie’s heart fell on his chest as the words escaped the boy’s lips.

Armie nodded turning his head away from Timmy, focusing his gaze on the pup in his lap.

“Yes, of course.” He nodded again. He sounded hurt and the look on his face made it even worse. Timmy felt bad for having to leave Armie after everything he had done for him, but he couldn’t do anything else, he had to go back and find Pauline, take her away from the bastard of a father they had.

“Thank you for everything.” He said softly pressing a kiss on Armie’s cheek. Armie’s eyes fell shut at the gentle touch.

“Will you ever come back?” Armie asked in a small voice, not daring to meet Timmy’s gaze. Timmy didn’t say anything not knowing the answer and because he didn’t want to get Armie’s hopes up.

“I don’t know.” He whispered. Armie didn’t say anything. He just nodded once more already knowing the answer.

No, Timmy wouldn’t return.

Armie just held Onyx tighter in his arms and kissed his snout.

“It’s okay, I understand.” He finally said looking at Timmy with glossy eyes. Timmy’s heart broke and he moved foreward wrapping his arms around the tall boy once more.

“I’ll try to come back.” He whispered softly and let go of Armie slowly standing up on wobbly legs. Armie went to stand up to help the boy but Timmy stopped him.

“It’s okay, I got it.” He said with a gentle smile and moved towards the door not looking back once.

Armie staid put on his spot looking at Timmy’s disappearing figure. His heart was breaking more and more. He laid back on his bed careful not to crash Salem under him and closed his eyes. Timmy’s scent was all over his sheets. He felt close to him and he felt full, fuller than ever.

He felt empty too. It was a weird feeling, being empty and full at the same time. It was insane because the second he had gotten Timmy back he was snatched away from him.

Although he was used to being alone, he couldn’t stand it now.

He was convinced that Timmy was the missing piece of his heart, the person who would share with his little paradise with, the person who would love and care uncoditonally for.

His loneliness was deafening.

What he had lost him after he had just found him?

He probably had.

He felt tears gathering in his eyes like dark clouds gathered on the sky just before a storm. He quickly wiped them away and snifled loudly. He swung his long legs over the bed and leaned down turning the volume of the song that was playing.

_Baby now you do, now you do, now you do_

Lana’s voice echoed softly that she was now in loved and in love.

Just like Armie who had fallen by the green eyed angel, only he wasn’t loved back.

**Author's Note:**

> Tumblr: @timotheemonamour


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